Certainly brought back a few memories.
First being circa 1979 when in bed eyes shut tight in case Father Christmas saw me peeping and vanished with my presents, I heard a clattering on the stairs and laughter then a lot of Shhhhhing and then my bedroom door opening and the presents being deposited at the side of my bed, next thing my probably paralytic Aunt climbed in to the other side of the bed and began snoring that was when I realised Father Christmas perhaps used helpers now and then.

The following year I again waited up, well tried to, I awoke to find the presents at the side of the bed, one was a Missile Invader handheld game which made fantastic beep and explosion noises with no volume control, 3.30 am my Nanna blunders in to the room to enquire as to why I'm making such a bleedin racket at half three in the morning


Onwards to 1983 the rest is fuzzy/bland.
.. again I tried to stay up in vain but again found my drunken Aunt snoring next to me in bed at circa 5.30 am, this was the year I got the A Team set complete with all the figures and Van, also a tank with a wired remote, I had great fun setting up the figures alongside my soldiers and launching marbles as missiles from the tank * until I cracked a window pane in my bedroom which cost me 99p and having to assist my Grandad in replacing it (we had those council house windows that had lots of small panes)
Also got my first proper casey, of course not the world Cup ball but still.. got in more mither with that for belting it against the wall and saving the rebounds for both the noise and how dirty me and my splendid new replica keeper shirt had become.

That's enough for now, I'm supposed to be working and I'm boring myself even